It's a play on "grammar police." It's where I work out theories and pedagogies of composition, rhetoric, and literacy.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
My Storm Damage
Stately, it once stood in the Spruill's front lawn It seemed so full of majesty and brawn But then came a storm it could not defeat. And now it lies dying In the Spruill's cold street.
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